winter – Rivers Renewed

Winter Beauty

Sometimes winter has a way,

of taking our breath way.

The Earth Awakens

The Earth awakens, embracing the freshly fallen snow,

a sense of quiet

holding our poems

and prayers.

Whispers Yet Remaining

Whispers yet remaining as snowdrifts shift, and maneuver

while water ripples

in her surrender.

It was winter when he left the reservation. No one sought a vision in the winter, but he did, he needed to. Maybe vision wasn’t the right word, but he was searching for cleansing……some type of hope, anything really. Despair and vodka had taken their toll. It was good to be in the mountains again, even with the snow. And he smiled noticing how slow his mule was.

He had everything he needed, the mule, a good rifle, his bow (that he had made years ago from the finest oak), and a small lodge with blankets. He knew he was also carrying grief for his people, the poverty and sickness slowly killing them…. yes a vision is what they all needed.

Days later, with a fire going….. the vision came in the smoke and flames. He saw his people being reborn. It was spring and everything was blooming. The people were strong and happy…. not sick at all.

He knew he must take this vision back to his people, to encourage each one. The end of all things…. was not quite not yet.

They would all live again.

Note: This was not written initially about the virus, but I think it applies today.

The Peace of an Early Winter Morning

No battles raging within, when we surrender ourselves,

to the peace of an early winter morning

with sunlight breaking through,

and snowflakes

still lingering

in the air.

Seasonal Peace

Seasonal peace carrying our prayers, our hopes and dreams,

sometimes through a light snow

or even in a holiday bow,

drawing us closer into our own humanity

and even filling us

with a brighter vision,

that yes maybe we do have a future,

after all.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, except for 1 scheduled. Peace to you.

Autumn Birds Leaving

A particular gentleness swayed

through the tops of the trees,

in a crisp cold air

whispering,

letting me know

the autumn birds

were leaving.

The Richness of the Blue Sky

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As the winter sun deepens the richness

of the blue sky,

pine trees bow, honoring

the peace,

the sparkles

of the freshly fallen snow.

And flurries descend,

floating, swirling

in the afterglow.

Random Snowflakes

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Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding

on our roof,

dancing off the pavement

as the wind stirs

the pine trees.

I pull back from the window

and I realize

it’s time for my favorite book,

and a cup

of Irish breakfast tea.

Soon it Will Be Christmas

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A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping,

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..

Christmas.

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